I am a night owl. At 10pm I'm usually heading down to my study to poke about on the computer and write some little black dots.
For the past few nights, Lillian has woken up screaming her little noggin off at 10pm. And the only thing that comforts her is a bit of a cuddle. I have no idea why she does this. Nightmares, perhaps? The sound of my footsteps or the heater going on?
And she's still carrying on. Arrggh.